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Circa 1981

If you were wondering what state would be number one, wonder no longer! According to my passport, I was born in Jackson, WY, so the Cowboy State wins by default! I never actually lived there though, Jackson was just the closest hospital to my new home in rural Idaho. Since then I’ve driven across Wyoming more times than I can count, but it was in 2007 I made it a point to visit Yellowstone national park. We sat in the pouring rain waiting for the stupid geyser to explode, only to be totally under whelmed. Ironically, on the way back from Old Faithful, we stopped at another spot in the park that was way, way more impressive.

I spent the first three years of my life in the home of famous potatoes, until I came home asking who Joseph Smith was and my parents decided it was time to move back east. In college we took a road trip to Montana, and I remember driving by Lake Coeur d’Alene and taking a Polaroid of the sun setting against the lake and snow, that is still one of my favorites.

First visit: Circa early 80s

Having ski bum parents is cool. Even though I don’t remember it, I was assured I visited Utah multiple times in my earliest of years. In the more recent history, I’ve headed to Utah on more epic shred trips, and of course, passed through on the way to elsewhere. The painted desert and the salt flats are definitely worth seeing, but Utah definitely is most relevant for its snow. Oh yeah, and Mormons — actually the reason my ski bum parents left the snow and moved me back east.

Circa: 1984

Technically, we stayed with family in NY while looking for a place to live in VT, so it wins as the first east coast state I remember visiting. But since the house I grew up in was 20 minutes from the border of New York State, I’ve been there plenty.We used to drive to New York to get sushi when I was in high school, go shopping at the mall in Glens Falls, and once I was old enough to drink, post-bar trips to Flub’s were commonplace as last call in NY isn’t until 4 am. I’ve also been to “the city” plenty of times, one of the most memorable just prior to September 11th. We spent an entire day walking around upper Manhattan trying to go to closed art galleries. I really wanted to go see the twin towers but it was “too far” and we were too cheap to take a cab, so it never happened. Oops.

Circa mid 1980’s

I grew up going to our family’s summer cottage on Lake Winnipesauke and my freshman year of college was spent at Plymouth State College. There I complained about the sub par nature of the White Mountains (even though it was the heyday of the Blue Lodge) and worked at a Chinese restaurant. To this day some of my best friends are the ones I met in New Hampshire.

Circa: Mid 1980’s

Now that we’re getting into New England, things get a little murky in terms of when and what order, and since at this point I’m pretty near over this 50 State blogging project, I’m going to do my best approximation for the rest of it.

7.    Massachusetts

I have done the following things in Mass: Seen Piebald, multiple times. Seen lots of other shows at the Middle East. Gotten way too drunk. Made a video about Dunkin Donuts. Skateboarded at both indoor and outdoor spots, and probably lots more. I’ve probably spent more time in Boston than any other city I’ve never lived in, but yet have zero desire to ever become a resident (and I still always get lost.)

8.    Connecticut

Connecticut is a definitely “drive-thru” state for me. I always have liked the tear-dropped shaped building in Hartford and have spent hours of my life waiting for the Long Island ferry in Bridgeport.

Circa: 1990

I’ve had memorable experiences in Maine in both summer and winter. As a kid we’d go up there camping and my favorite pastime was hunting through tide pools at Acadia national park. Once I was old enough to go places by myself, we’d go up to Sunday River and Sugarloaf to snowboard, and one of my all time best east coast powder days was with Andrew Mutty at Sunday River.

Circa 1996 (photo, the rose garden, 2007-ish)

I first made it to Oregon at the tender age of 15 on a trip to High Cascade snowboard camp. It was the first time I’d flown cross country alone, so my parents insisted on getting me an escort, which I promptly ditched at the airport. Hopefully no one lost their job over it. I made it back for camp the next year, then in college found myself driving to Portland almost every weekend, which seemed like a pretty good indication I sort of like the place. Other than a brief east coast/midwest/east coast stint in the middle, I’ve been living here ever since, and no plans to move anytime soon. There are flowers, skateparks and mountains here, pretty much everything I need in one place (though not necessarily in the that order, of course.)

Circa 1997

Once upon a time I was snowboarding at Killington during a particularly miserable icy, rainy week. It happened that some dudes from Washington were in town, and after they watched me cut across a trail to ollie a twig, they suggested that perhaps I should make a trip out to Mt. Baker for some real snowboarding. After that initial visit I was hooked, went to college in Bellingham, snowboarded at Mt. Baker and skated the plethora of concrete parks around. I once saw Pearl Jam play in Seattle, just because I could, and made it a point to check out the high school where they filmed 10 Things I hate about You in Tacoma. I’ve literally been to every corner of this state that’s accessible by major highway.

Circa 1998 (please note, we were there for snowboarding)

Oh dirty jerz. I once went to a Stimilon big air contest at Mountain Creek and we stayed at a hotel that was in some way connected to Hugh Heffner and Playboy. I do remember an awesome 70s theme that really made me feel like I was in New Jersey. I also made two separate trips to different parts of Jerz with various ex boyfriends, but my MC experience will always be tops on the Jersey list